And in the world a heart of darkness, a firezone, where poets speak their hearts then bleed for it. Jara sang, his song a weapon, in the hands of love. You know his blood still cries from the ground. It runs like a river to the sea. We run like a river runs to the sea.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2334 | 2012-04-11 16:34:33 | 78.70 | 99% |
| 1957 | 2011-12-23 17:52:36 | 80.03 | 100% |
| 1609 | 2011-11-30 07:43:25 | 70.04 | 97% |
| 1279 | 2011-11-12 08:31:57 | 76.01 | 98% |
| 1263 | 2011-11-11 19:46:03 | 69.14 | 96% |
| 1181 | 2011-11-08 12:16:17 | 68.27 | 95% |
| 877 | 2011-10-26 21:42:58 | 73.39 | 97% |
| 268 | 2011-06-28 11:20:45 | 64.55 | 95% |